Last Sunday there was no walk as the Food Lady and the Alph had a 60th birthday party in Camps Bay, followed by a wake for Paddington and Rupert's human granddad, Norman Rodseth, at the Rodseths home. When Paddington had finished swimming in the pool he helped Arti light candles
which they floated on the pool for Norman. Apparently, ancient Norwegians used to set fire to boats and send them out onto the sea to liberate the dead person's spirit and Arti's candles were to symbolize setting Norman's spirit free.
By the end of the evening, the whole pool was filled with floating lights.
Then on Tuesday it was a public holiday (Human Rights Day that commemorates a terrible massacre of South Africans by the police in Sharpeville in 1960) and we decided to hit the beach at Llandudno where dogs are only allowed until 9 am.
While I explored the nooks and crannies in the great granite boulders, keeping a wary eye on the cold cold sea,
the crazy Lad found lots of friends to frolic with.
Such a lovely day.
My "own god", the Alph.
Come on you lot! Lets explore up here.
We found another little cove called Logies Bay beyond the main beach as the witching hour of 9 am drew close,
just below a human poo farm. And as you know, I do so love poo.
Laddie pretending to be a dassie in Logies Bay. The Food Lady was wondering about the origin of the name Logies Bay as she thought it might be Scottish, but it seems more likely to be a Muslim name as all these coves and ravines were refuges for runaway slaves and Muslim leaders who had been arrested for anti-slavery uprisings in the Dutch East Indies and brought to the Cape as punishment.
The Food Lady remembered coming here with her Museum Club kids many years ago to examine the interesting dolerite dyke that is exposed in amongst the granite. The Alph and Lad stood on the dolerite for a photo,
but I was more interested in the smelly kelp and dead fish and the odd chicken bone in amongst the flotsam and jetsam around it.
"Did you get a good photo Phood Lady?"
We then walked back up through the sedges (Ficinia nodosa),
and Grysbietou (Osteospermum incanum subsp incanum)
up and over,
and up some more. I see the Lion's Head!
The Food Lady wants to live in this house on the beach.
And me and Lad wanted to live in this one. Lots of lizards to chase!
The rest of Tuesday was fiercely hot - even if the garden thinks its autumn - and we all spent the day in the shade under the pergola, finishing off with a lovely braai.
And where was our bestieBostie all this time? He was spending a working long weekend with his mom.
Ok, blog done. Time to lick the braai grid now. Yummm.